The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 627 What Medicine Is It

"No... Thank you." Sheryl shook her head and said, "I'm going to make some chicken soup right now. You are injured and need to rest."

"I'm alright," Charles said. He smiled charmingly at her.

Sheryl felt a little awkward as she sat in front of Charles. She was tired, but she felt uncomfortable to lie down on the same bed that Charles had slept on.

"Hmm.... Charles, I heard that your wife resembles me. Is it true?" Sheryl asked a question as she tried to break the embarrassing atmosphere.

She was really curious to know how much she resembled Charles' wife.

"Why can't I replace any photographs of her?" Sheryl asked as she instinctively looked around.

There had been many wedding photos of Charles and Autumn on display earlier. However, Charles had put them away when Sheryl came back. He was worried that Sheryl would think he courted her just because she looked like his wife when she saw the photographs.

He smirked and lightly said, "You will surely come to know one day."

Hearing this, Sheryl was puzzled. She didn't know what Charles meant.

'Maybe Autumn will come back one day? But how can it be possible?' she wondered.

"So, tell me, what kind of person was your wife?" a curious Sheryl asked. Somehow, she was very interested in this woman. "You hardly talk about her," she said.

"She was a very kind woman," Charles answered with a smile. "She always tried to help others and was too generous for her own good. She refused to spend my money and told me she wanted to be independent. While I always thought the only reason I earned money was to support her."

"No, you are wrong."

Sheryl told Charles with a smile, "She probably didn't want to be regarded as a woman who could only live on her husband's money. Even though you didn't replace anything wrong in a woman living this way, she must have suffered a lot of sarcasm from others. All this must have made her want to be strong and independent."

Sheryl felt that she was similar to Autumn on this issue. Both of them chose to live independently.

In her relationship with Anthony, she also refused to accept Anthony's money.

"Why should we care for others' opinion about our life?" Charles asked in confusion. He said, "I think we should just live our life as we please. Caring about others' opinions could only make trouble for us. Anyway, I hope both you and she can change your idea."

Sheryl panicked a little as she saw Charles' earnest eyes. She immediately stood up and said, "I need to make dinner now."

She escaped to the kitchen and covered her flushed face with her hands. She was feeling restless and nervous.

She didn't know why she couldn't control her emotions before this man.

Sheryl hid herself in the kitchen to avoid meeting Charles' ardent eyes. When she finished preparing the meal, she finally came out of the kitchen.

A warm smile lit up her face as she saw Charles and the two kids playing happily together. She was a sucker for this kind of happy and peaceful scene.

But she had to stop their game now. She said with a smile to the kids,"Okay. Both of you wash your hands please. It's time for dinner now."

"Wash your hands, or your mom will get angry." Charles told the children with a laugh.

Upon hearing this Shirley glanced secretly at Sheryl and went to wash her hands obediently. Charlie followed her immediately. Charles entered the kitchen as Sheryl was pouring the soup into a bowl. "How about staying here tonight? There are enough rooms to accommodate all of us," Charles suggested cautiously.

"No, I can't!" Sheryl rejected his suggestion without hesitation. Sheryl could not even think of staying in a single man's home for the whole night.

Though she was clear that her purpose of coming here was only to take care of him for a few days and nothing would happen between them even if she did stay here tonight, she still needed to leave because she was afraid that others would misunderstand her relationship with Charles.

Therefore she knew she must reject his suggestion forcefully.

"I know you are afraid." Charles smiled sadly and said, "Don't worry. I won't do anything to you. If you don't trust me, you can lock the door of your bedroom before you sleep."

Charles wanted Sheryl to stay because he worried she might have nightmares.

If she stayed with him, he would wake her up in time and help her calm down.

Moreover, it would tire her out to go home so late and then come back the next morning. He was worried about her.

Sheryl frowned slightly and said to Charles, "Mr. Lu, I'm a single mother you know. It's inappropriate for me to stay overnight in your house. I really appreciate your concern. But if you persist in giving such suggestions, I don't think I should stay here any longer. I can hire a nurse for you. I believe she will be better than me in taking care of you.

If you want my help, I hope you can show me respect. Please don't make such suggestions in the future." Sheryl made her stand very clear.

On seeing Sheryl's serious expression, Charles understood that she was annoyed. He put a stop to the conversation. This little unpleasantness caused Sheryl to keep silent during dinner. The atmosphere became a little awkward and cold on account of all this.

When they finished dinner, Sheryl began clearing the dining table. Charlie came over to Charles and handed him a bottle of pills. He said, "Dad, if the pain is unbearable, you can take this medicine. It was prescribed by the doctor."

Looking at the bottle with an arched brow, Sheryl realized it wasn't the one she got from the hospital. She walked up to Charles and asked him, "What medicine is it?"

"Oh, it's nothing special, just regular pills," he lied. He hid it behind his back and assumed a casual expression. He said, "They are the pills you got from the hospital. Are you ready to leave now? Let me call a cab for you. It's very late."

"Show me the bottle. I want to make sure," she commanded. Sheryl looked deep into Charles' eyes and probed, "It isn't the medicine I got you, right? Let me see it!"

"I am telling you the truth. Trust me. There is no need for you to check," Charles dodged. Then he added, "You should leave now. It's getting very late. Also, if you are unable to wake up early tomorrow, you can come late. I am not particular about breakfast."

"What medicine is it?" Sheryl refused to be diverted. She sensed something was amiss from Charles' reluctance to show her the pills. She stared at Charles without blinking. Her demeanor indicated she was not moving until he showed her the medicine.